SheddingWings. [Ayato x Male!Reader]

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The fresh smell of tainted blood, pouring out and splattering all over the walls wasn't... a very pleasant smell to say the least. In all actuality, if someone were to have smelled the rich spillage of liquid iron and metal- the first instinct they would have on their mind is panic. Whether if it is their's or someone else's, the back of their hairs tend to rise. They easily become more precautions of their surroundings, making sure that all five of their senses are all attentive at the moment of time. They check themselves, their stomachs, their bodies, their clothing. They look around, double checking areas more than once or twice, always turning side-ways to look behind them just to make sure that nothing was left unseen. By all means, or missed. It's only instinct for them to do so, however.
If things start to take a bad turn on the other hand, the whole plot can change. It usually happens when the main character is too curious about something and wants to go check it out themselves. Because of this strange instinct, formed only by characterization and what the protagonist's capabilities are, they'll try to stray away from their original decisions instead of minding their own business or heading on the path they were choosing to take in the beginning. Them saying that curiosity killed the cat, was all but a lie. If anything, when it comes to any aggressive atmosphere or eerie vibes that are sending red flags towards cats in general, they retreat and flee out of the area like they're supposed to. When it comes to humans however, they are too stupidly blind to see something that my traumatize them in the end, instead of running away. Curiosity killed the humans.

And because of these many protagonists unfaithful decision to act bravely and follow the bloodied tiled hall... There had been an awful amount of spillage increase.

The whole building- blinded with blood-hurdling-screams; reeking with soma, filled quicker and quicker with fatal tragedies. More rotten flesh to be plastered across the walls. More lives to be thrown away out of the blue. With each and every decaying second, another soul had been lost to the wrath of the worse carnivores to ever live amongst the earth. Yet all this terrorizing was created by only one of them. Not five, not six, just one of the godforsaken creatures.
It was unnerving that one so called "ghoul" could take out 30 people, but to be so sadistic and not caring that you're taking precious lives away was another thing. And knowing it as well. She knew what she was doing, she new that she had selfishly hoarded over a dozen people in order to feast upon their delectable flesh as bone. She new that she had been creating a massacre which would reflect upon her own-kind in the end. Yet she didn't care about anything other than herself..

And the innocent breath-taker that shared her life. The only one who stood by her side, no matter what she told him to do. A little obedient child.. Who had been waiting patiently behind a door. He sat where the young lady told him to inside the woman's bathroom, humming to himself with a small smile across his flushed cheeks. His small finger tips gripped the sink-top while his feet dangled in rhythm,
Occasionally making beating noises when he hit the sink pipe with his shoes. His nostrils filled with the delicious smell of heaven that baked outside the door out the ladies-room. Tempted to disobey. His pink lips would get dry every minute that would pass by, causing him to unconsciously lick them to gain salvation. He couldn't help but be slightly jittery at the thought of having fresh food wasted in his belly and what the older female had planned to feed him this time. She had a tendency to surprise him with different appetites and meals for
tests. Each one had been different every time, not even remotely close to the last one he gets to try. He can remember vividly some of the flavors that he gulped down, barely able to taste his food because of his quick devour-actions. One tasting as sweet and as innocent as vanilla icecream, yet crunchy and thin. Another one she gave him to feast upon tasted as greased and fattening as a double decker cheese burger from McDonald's. He despised the "big ones" the most.
This time, surprisingly, she decided to change up everything. The boy wasn't receiving anything that the woman decided to give him as a meal or any left overs she decided to give to him. Instead, she was serving him to a buffet- her treat. She needed to repay the sinless child for doing work for her. Why not give him a feast as a token of her gratitude?

[M/N] quietly waited for the mistress to finish as the screams of joy started to dial down. His stomach had been twisting and turning from all the commotion outside and he was getting to the point on where he wanted to dash out in a desperate attempt to see what was taking so long. If he waited any longer his hunger would drive him to do so blindly, anyways.
[M/N] finally decided to get up and walk towards the door on the opposite side of the fancy bathroom. His small feet lifted up all the way on his tippie-toes to listen carefully outside. His head full-of hair leant up against the door curiously, trying to find her voice among the dying ones. The screams were way less audible now, a sign that they had all died from glee or left the party. Why could he never come in when the party started..?

"R-Rise-San..?"

A small young voice creaked out from the slightly cracked open bathroom door. He could barely see anything from how tiny of a space he had opened up. He stayed absolutely silent while he heard footsteps slowly leak around outside the door, coming towards where he hid. Rize must have been heard him pleading from inside. With a smile pressing against his features, he grabbed the door knob and pulled it open once more; this time with much more force. He opened his arms wide for a welcoming hug and grin. Eyes squeezing shut in an excited manor. One of his signature laughs couldn't help but erupt from his tiny throat as he launched forward, expecting to grip on to her white dress. He was taken back when he realized that something was off. The smile, the laugh, and the happy aura he gave off slipping away with worry and fear. This figure had to be too tall an lofty to be Rize herself. She was way more skinner with a note able hour-glass figure, and could easily be embraced entirely around the waste. This figure however, was too tall to be true, had been too muscular and built to even wrap his arms around half way, and reeked of not only reeked of blood. Their aura had been enough to send red flags to anyone five meters away, making his heart twist and turn in fear. [M/N] immediately bounced right off the figure infront of him and opened his eyes wide. The sight he saw infront of him was enough to give him heart-attacks for weeks.